One of my cousins told me this story at Easter. The family is very Catholic, and on Good Friday she took her two boys to confession. The younger one is five or six.
"Can I go in, too?" he asked his mother. "Michael can go in!"
"You're not old enough, darling," she said.
While Michael was in the confessional, his little brother sneaked up and peered through the slats.
"Guess what!" he said when Michael came out. "I went and looked inside! I know what's in there!"
"Oh yeah?" Michael said. "Did you see the hidden staircase?"
The confessional story reminds me of the famous story "The First Confession," by Frank O'Connor, which my Irish father read aloud to me when I was a child. He would laugh so hard as he read it that tears ran down his face.
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